King of Titans and D Chapter 922 - 922 910 An Exceptionally Peaceful World

??Chapter 922: Chapter 910 An Exceptionally Peaceful World

Chapter 922: Chapter 910 An Exceptionally Peaceful World

Seven years later

Muria sat sowhat bored on a tree trunk, looking down at a group of black-haired, blue-skinned humanoid creatures who were playing. From their childish tone and cheerful laughter, it was evident they were just a bunch of carefree kids.

“Ule, co down and play!” one of the children called out, stopping to look up at Muria with a voice leaning towards the feminine, a young female Yi Kong People.

“No, thanks!” Upon hearing the invitation, Muria imdiately declined without a second thought. Well, he was now kin to this group of black-haired, blue-skinned humanoids; he looked almost identical to them, just taller and more robust.

“You play, don’t mind .” After saying that, Muria got up from the tree trunk, stretched languidly, and with steady steps, he crossed a vine bridge, then turned this way and that before entering a tree dwelling dozens of ters above the ground.

“Ule, why have you co back so early today? Did you have fun?” As soon as Heda saw Muria walk in, she stopped polishing the resin and lifted her head, a tender smile on her face as she looked at him.

“It was alright!” Muria nodded in a perfunctory manner, addressing his mother in this life, “I’m going to see the Great Elder to read so books now. I’ll be back before the sun sets!”

“Alright, off you go!”

“Okay!” After greeting her, Muria turned around and left. He had made the special trip back just to tell his mother in this world.

“Ule!” Watching Muria’s figure leave, Heda’s face showed a hint of worry as she continued to polish the resin.

Even though the birth process of her son was incredibly painful, and after a successful delivery, she went through a long period of weakness, it did not prevent her from loving and caring for her son!

Initially, she was even proud of her son, for his physique at birth was the strongest on record in the tribe.

But as her son Ule grew up, Heda was gradually troubled by a certain issue, which stemd from her son.

Her son Ule had trouble fitting in; he hardly socialized with any peers, and to date, he hadn’t made a single true friend. The problem was not with their tribe mbers but with her son himself.

There had been many kids who actively invited her son to play, yet Ule always showed a lack of interest. After going a couple of tis, he never went again.

And now, Heda knew Ule only went out with those children to appease her, to prevent her from worrying too much.

…

“Sorry, but I really can’t blend in with those little ones!” Muria sighed softly, looking back after walking out of the tree dwelling. Although he now inhabited the body of a child, his mind belonged to a seven-hundred-year-old super monster.

“Ule, off to see the Elder for more books?” Not far ahead, Muria bumped into an adult Yi Kong People carrying a wooden bow. The male Yi Kong People smiled and greeted him upon spotting Muria.

“Yes! Uncle Tuck, are you going hunting?” Muria replied and asked in return.

“That’s right, my child wants so four-eared rabbit at, so I’m going to hunt down a few!” Tuck responded with a laugh.

“Okay!” Muria then watched as the adult Yi Kong People blew a whistle, summoning a featherless, painted Four Wings bird with a wingspan of almost thirteen ters. He mounted the bird adeptly.

The vibrantly patterned winged bird carried the nearly three-ter-tall Yi Kong person, Tuck, skillfully dodging branches as they soared into the sky.

Watching Tuck beco but a dot in the sky, Muria continued toward his destination, familiar with the path. Along the way, he greeted every Yi Kong person he encountered, appearing exceptionally sunny.

Finally, Muria entered a grand tree dwelling built upon a tree crown of an ancient tree via a vine bridge a hundred ters above the ground. This tree dwelling, ten tis larger than his own ho, was the largest in the tribe he had been born into.

“Ule, here to read again?” As Muria entered, an old, hunched Yi Kong person with a wiry fra slowly turned around to look at him, their eyes exceptionally bright in the dark tree dwelling.

“Yes, Great Elder!” Muria slightly bowed to the elder dressed in a vibrant feather robe. Although he was certainly older than the senior Yi Kong person before him, his current identity was just that of a young, naive, and curious young Yi Kong person, “I have co to disturb you again!”

“Not at all, it’s rare to find Yi Kong people willing to view the ancestral records like you. No, not rare—almost nonexistent. I’m happy you co here every day; after all, when you read here, you also keep an old man company.”

“As long as there are books I haven’t finished, I will co every day,” Muria said, his words straightforward. The underlying aning was that if he had no books to read or if he had finished all of them, he would not co anymore.

“Hahaha! Go read, little Ule!” The Great Elder laughed heartily upon hearing Muria’s words, “This room full of books will keep you occupied for quite a long ti.”

“Mmmm!” Muria entered the room, made his way to a neat shelf of books, and picked one out. Then, sitting cross-legged on the floor, he began to leaf through it.

Frankly, calling this stack of special tree bark tied together, which he held in his hands, a “book” felt a bit like an insult to the term.

But these were indeed books, for they were the only carriers of information Muria could find throughout his tribe. These books also reflected the incredibly low level of civilization in the world in which he now lived.

Since his birth, although he had never left his tribe, Muria had gained a general understanding of his current situation.

He had arrived in a nearly primitive barbaric world, and so far, he had only encountered an intelligent race called the Yi Kong People, whose civilization was still at a very primitive tribal stage.

The Yi Kong People lived together with a lifestyle not much different from the primitive humans Muria rembered. They had not mastered the craft of tal slting or forging; their weapons were very rudintary: wooden bows, long spears, and stone tools. All their furniture and weapons were made from materials readily available in their surroundings.

In terms of textiles, the Yi Kong people had made no significant achievents either, as evident from the animal hides he wore and the feather robe worn by the elder before him.

Regarding architecture, one need only look at the treehouse Muria currently occupied. It was the pinnacle of Yi Kong architectural achievent: a treehouse about one hundred square ters in size, built without harming the tree itself. It perfectly utilized the structure of the trees.

As for art and philosophy, it was nonsensical to ntion—Yi Kong people lacked these concepts altogether. In summary, the Yi Kong civilization was just taking its first steps and was in a very primal stage.

Initially, Muria thought that the reason behind the Yi Kong civilization’s backwardness was that they had only recently evolved to their present form and had just begun to develop.

But after he read these rudintary Tree Bark Books and learned about the history of the Yi Kong people, he overturned his previous thought. From the books, he obtained a crucial piece of information.

The tribe he belonged to had been established for over three thousand years, and at the beginning of the tribe’s establishnt, the Yi Kong people lived in the sa primitive way. In other words, the Yi Kong people had retained their current lifestyle for over three thousand years.

This outco was utterly astonishing to Muria. Three thousand years with no change, no progress in skills—it was like a fairy tale—yet it was indeed happening right before Muria’s eyes.

After arriving at this incredible conclusion, Muria began to ponder what had caused the Yi Kong civilization to stagnate, making no progress.

Then he found the reason, which also reminded him of what his grandmother Yarista had said before he set out—that this was a very tranquil and peaceful world.

Excessive peace was the real reason for the Yi Kong civilization’s persistent primitivism. This world was too friendly for the Yi Kong people.

Before arriving in this world, Muria worried he might face danger due to his initial weakness and be forced to reveal his true power.

But after his birth, Muria realized he had overthought it. His surroundings were incredibly peaceful, with no danger. Also, as he grew, he felt no material pressure.

He could eat his fill every day, sleep until he naturally woke up, and didn’t have to worry about invasions by other creatures. He had almost nothing to worry about.

He didn’t need to fear hunger or cold or heat, and there were few dangers. The climate here was eternally spring-like, and resources were abundant. In so sense, this world was much like paradise.

But precisely because of this, the Yi Kong civilization made no further progress. They had no motivation to develop further as they lived in comfort and ease; they didn’t need to be concerned or worried about anything.

A common Yi Kong person, from birth to adulthood, could play carefree and untroubled. Upon reaching adulthood, they would naturally acquire certain skills, which were sufficient for securing food to sustain a family of three in their own tribe territory.